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“Will this end with orgasms if I say yes?” She grins.
“Put it on, princess, and find out,” I tell her.
She bites her lip and does as she’s told. She’s so incredibly stunning standing there in next to nothing. Her nipples are standing to attention poking through the material—she’s turned on—little does she know things are about to get a whole lot better.
“I’m ready, Auggie,” she says.
I love that she’s using my nickname, and I especially love hearing it from her lips as I bring her to orgasm.
“Hold my hand and I’ll walk you inside.” The temperature changes once we leave the sunshine for the inside of the cave. We walk in silence till we get to the perfect spot in front of the grotto. “Let me lay down the picnic blanket, and then we can start.”
She shivers as I leave her there for the barest of minutes—her senses heightening at the loss of her sight. I place the large blanket down on the cool sand, and moments later, Greyson walks into the grotto from around the bend.
I hold my finger up to my lips, indicating for him to be quiet.
Greyson and I had planned this picnic a couple of days ago, when he finally unblocked me after I had to use someone else’s phone to contact him. I was moaning to him about being overwhelmed with the wedding activities. He suggested that I take Rosalie to our special spot to get away from it all for a couple of hours, and I thought it was a brilliant idea and one that would be better if he was there with us.
“The blanket is all set now, sweetheart,” I tell her as I take her hand. “I’ll guide you to it.” She tentatively follows me, and I help her down onto the ground.
Greyson watches me settle Rosalie onto the blanket, his eyes roaming over her near-naked body, and a smile forms across his lips as he walks toward us. My heart skips a beat as I take him in, his skin browner from his days spent in the sun out here, and his muscles look even tighter as if he’s been spending his days in the gym. I’m not complaining. He reaches for me, and we kiss. I can’t believe how much I have missed seeing him in the flesh.
It’s frantic and escalates quickly. Both of us are undressing the other hastily. He drops to his knees in the sand and has my hard dick in his mouth in an instant. I stifle a moan as his lips wrap around me, then gives me a couple of sucks before standing again.
“Are you okay?” Rosalie asks.
Greyson gives me a wink as his attention turns to Rosalie, laying on the rug looking like the perfect gift wrapped up with a bow. He bites his knuckles as he drinks her in.
I know the feeling oh so well.
“Open wide for me, baby girl. I need to see how wet you are.” She instantly complies. “This time, you can be as loud as you want. No one can hear us.”
She gives me a wicked grin in understanding.
I elbow Greyson, who’s standing there mesmerized. He shakes his head and falls to his knees.
“Whatever you do, Rosalie, donottake your blindfold off, okay?” She hums her answer. “Lay back and enjoy all the wicked things I’m going to do to you.”
Greyson begins to kiss up and down her creamy thighs, and she squirms under his touch. He runs his fingers over the material of her bikini bottoms. I tap Greyson’s shoulder and he moves to all fours for me before I squirt some lube onto my thumb. I stand behind Greyson, and my fingers run over his hips and down his taut ass. My wet thumb slides against his hole, and he stifles a moan. I bite my lip from doing the same.
My thumb pushes in, connecting with the sensitive nerves inside. With my other hand, I fiddle with a condom as I continue working him over, getting him ready for me. I watch as Greyson unties the corners of Rosalie’s bikini bottoms, then throws them to the side. His nose runs along her slit, and she moans at the contact. He teases all around her, but the moment he connects with her pussy is the moment I begin to push myself deep inside of him.
He stifles his moan at the intrusion against Rosalie.
“Stop,” Rosalie calls out.
We both still.
She rips the blindfold off, and her eyes widen when she sees Greyson between her thighs. “I knew it,” she squeals. “I would know that moan anywhere.” She grins, tears glistening in her eyes as she looks down at Greyson, then looks over at me. “You were going to surprise me with him.”
I nod my head.
Then her eyes fall to where I’m nestled deep inside of Greyson. A wicked grin falls across her lips. “I want Greyson to fuck me while you’re fucking him. I want us all to be connected.”
Greyson grabs another condom from the bag beside us on the rug. He doesn’t need to be told twice, so he sheaths himself while Rosalie unties her white bikini top and throws it to the side. She opens her legs wide for Greyson. It takes a bit of maneuvering before we find the right positions, then he sinks deep inside her.
We all move slowly, working out the mechanics, until we eventually get into the swing of it and begin moving as one—all of us connected, exactly the way it should be. It doesn’t take us long until we’re coming one by one, our releases echoing through the cave.
We fall over in a sweaty, panting mess. Our breathing is labored as exhaustion takes hold.
